When I Suspected

Rating: 3.5

There will be a time when it will end.
Be it parting
Be it death
So each passing minute with you
Pendulummed with sadness.
So many times
I looked long into your face.
I could hear the clock ticking.

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Suryendu Chaudhury 13 October 2020

A heart warming poem indeed.

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